... Which apparently wasn't a good enough excuse for Sparkle, because right around the time Atton suggested he'd get Raine killed, that was juuust about the time he found himself wanting very badly to take a swing at him. Compared to his other options, like storming off or screaming or crying, that one at least seemed to be the most immediately satisfying. And the one most likely to end poorly for him.

He made a fist, and he pulled in a breath. And the swing he took was at the nearest wall, because fuck this shit, even if Atton was being an asshole right now, that was not a fight he wanted today. And if that happened to leave his knuckles bloodied, at least it did wonders for that violent urge he had to take a swing at his best friend's face that wouldn't end up connecting anyway.

"Fuck, sure! Cut off my fucking hand, then! And then let's all wander back to Toronto and I'll hold Raine down for you myself and we can punch Lewis a few times for good measure before just taking a wrecking ball to the house and to Fandom and to fucking everything, fine! I don't care! Okay? Is that what you want to hear? I don't care what happens, I'll go eat your fucking pizza and stay out of the fucking way!"